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So my friend was wondering if I could write a part two of The Orange Ball that the Mermaids Took, as she wanted to share it with her KS1 class and wondered what would happen next in the poem, perhaps on the girl’s next visit the mermaids would give her something in return… The young girl sat by her bedroom window,
Eyes watching the sea through the glass-
Trying to see the mermaids play with her ball,
Wondering if they’d play above water at all. She couldn’t wait when that
The young girl looked out at the ocean,
Eyes desperately scanning the waves,
Looking out for the contrast of orange on blue,
“Papa, I can’t see my orange ball… can you?” The father looked into the girl’s large brown eyes,
Sad with the loss of her ball,
He squinted and pointed far out into the sea,
“Yes, look: the mermaids took it, can you see?” “The mermaids watched us play, today.
They saw us kick it, throw it, bounce it and then roll it.
And they liked how our ball
High Tide at Night There’s something ominous about those inky black waters-
I stand staring at them as the icy wind buffets around me.
The dark and aggressive waves launch at the harbour walls,
And smother the beach, hiding the rocks.
All I can see of the waves are the pale frothing horses, galloping with wild, foaming mouths,
And the rocks I clambered over earlier become lost to the murky abyss.
I see no distinction between the night sky and the sea,
Only a flashing o